Beneath the bright moonlight, the ferocious north wind carried a piercing whistle across the open wilderness, making the few torches flicker unsteadily as it cut through human skin like countless flying blades.
"We can't do this, young marquis, we'll be court-martialed."
Qin Hu and Qin An huddled against the wind, running forward from the military camp and stepping through the deep, heavy snow.
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